Chapter 10. My, we've gone so far together. Anyway, When I said Adios meant Godspeed, I was using the literal interpretation. In common usage, it does mean, "bye." But the Spanish 'Dios' is the word for deity, for God, so it does, in a matter of speaking, mean Godspeed. Sort of. I think…Well, I sent this story to my brother, Nathaniel, at his college email account a state away. He liked it.

Syndic-Machiavelli: I'm glad you like ths story! Yes, I'm trying to make it very realistic with equipment and such. Comes from reading to many Tom Clancy books, and playing airsoft. Yes, Viktor will be a mighty foe in my story. I've never heard of swords killing vampires. It will take something with a bit more of a kick to kill Viktor.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The door lock was gone. Orithian kicked it open, and moved along the right wall. The men poured in. A lycan, far down the hallway! It leapt, fully transformed. Phut phut phut went a silenced weapon. It was dead. Orithian paused outside a shut door. Someone was inside. He signaled to Luis, who tossed him a flash grenade. Orithian opened the door and tossed it inside, then shut the door. It went off. Orithian kicked the door open, and moved along the left wall to the corner, then went to the back of the room, left corner, three other of his men moving in tandem. Five non-transformed lycans. "Freeze!" Orithian ordered. "Drop your weapons and get your hands in the air!" The lycans did the exact opposite. The raised sub-machine guns, and one got a shot off. The guardians cut them down in a split second. Several gave off bursts of gunfire as they died. Orithian dashed back to the hallway, moving to a meeting room. A soldier grabbed his arm.

"What?" Orithian asked. The soldier tapped Orithian's chest.

"You took a shot," He said. Orithian took two fingers and popped a bullet out of the armor. It was glowing.

"UV rounds," Orithian said. "They are ready for vampires." The soldier batted it out of his hand.

"I heard those things can give you cancer," He said. There was gunfire suddenly. Orithian ducked as a bullet shot past his head. The group have separated into several teams, clearing rooms, searching very quickly for the hostages. As soon as they rooms were checked, the guardians would meet up with death dealer forces.

Orithian moved down one hallway. A lcyan leapt out of a small room and kneed him in the chest, then knocked his gun away. The blow would have crushed most humans' rib cages and punctured thier lungs. Orithian withdrew his knife, and used that. Most people do not realize how deadly knifes are. For a human, one wound from a knife meant they had about 15 seconds before passing out from blood loss. A very serious knife wound meant you had 3 seconds to live.

Orithian stabbed the lycan in the chest, then kicked him, before retrieving his SC-20K off the floor. Noting the G36 the lycan had, Orithian removed the magazine. It was standard NATO rounds, which Orithian's gun used as well. After taking the knife back, he check the room. No prisoners. He checked on the radio. "Team one, have you recovered any hostages?" There was the sound of gunfire.

"Negative on that, Team two, no hostages found. Only six lycans encountered, and they put up a huge fight. Almost at ground level, eta three minutes," The man said. Orithian focused, feeling for anyone around him, listening, smelling. He grabbed a cheap hotel bed and heaved it on the side. Below was a trapdoor. Bingo.

"Team one, this is 2-5. I'm going down on my own, found a passage," Orithian said, making sure his knife was secure in the holster.

"No way, Orithian, not on your own!" Eversman shouted over the radio. Orithian jumpd down lightly, landing in a tunnel. He didn't move for nearly twenty seconds, letting his eyes fully adjust to the darkness. The passage ran two ways. Orithain went right. Fifty or so steps later, the passage opened up. He could here noise. There were dim lights. Orithian peeked around the corner. There was a three lycans. In the corner was a human bound by his arms, hanging off the ground. Orithian recognized the young man, a former cop named Chris. Three lycans. Orithian made sure the safety was off the magnum. He leaned out, and fired with his rifle, using the sniper attachment on the bottom of the weapon. One lycan literally crashed into the wall from the 20 mm shot. Another rolled for cover, while the third tried to aim and return fire. Orithian gave a three shot burst, killing the second lycan. The hostage perked up. He was fairly sure he knew what was going on. Orithian cautiously walked forward, clinging to the wall, his assault rifle at the ready. The prisoner, Chris Redfield, recognized Orithian as being from Parabellum. Orithian stepped around the corner, knowing the lycan was there. The rifle was suddenly ripped from his hands and was thrown away. Orithian twisted his torso left, kicked the lycan, and knocked the Russian AK-47 away. He drew his magnum. The lycan also went for a sidearm. The drew at the exact same time, placing their pistols in each other's faces. The tall lcyan smiled, holding a silenced Socom pistol in his hand, the advanced handgun a sharp contradiction to the old AK-47. Orithian looked at him for a second, about to shoot. He froze. He suddenly felt weak, sick. He took a step back, stumbling over a chuck of concrete, tripping a falling into a puddle of filthy water.

"No.." He said, having the presence of mind to keep the pistol aimed at the enemy, even from the ground. "You're dead."

"Only some would say that," The lcyan said with a smirk, his face all to familiar. "But I feel more alive than ever, actually."

"No!" Orithian shouted, sobbing, as if the course of time itself would change because of his despair. "Noo!"

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Now I leave you at a cliffhanger. Who is the lycan? Anyone care to guess? Why didn't Orithian shoot him and save Chris, the former RCPD officer?